By Taylor Wildlife, May 15 2017 05:32PM
They came out of nowhere it seemed. Speed, agility and parental instinct, all coming together to act to ensue territorial victory. Hugging the rugged cliff top fringes, the mist and ominous sky created a scene which could have, and might add, should have been broadcasted on the television in a natural history documentary. Poor weather prevented formal surveys on Monday, but we were in for a birding treat nonetheless. Appearing through the grey cover, an adult White-tailed Eagle came into view. The master of the sky was not alone, it was being pursued by a pair of protective Peregrine Falcons. The pair plummeted, twisted and pushed the mighty bird of the mountains up into the dense unknown, making every moment of watching tantalising. A day off from bird watching…never! And why would you when one has the chance to witness marvels such as this every day.
Well, I thought that Monday’s encounter was special, but Thursday brought another first. They were only specks in the distance at first, gradually advancing across the surface of the loch. Rising from the surface, the morning raise of the sun revealed the birds’ identity. Osprey. There was a stampede from the kitchen as I rushed in and exclaimed my sighting. Working, no this is one terrific holiday.